[And that's all he'll say before he descends upon her like a ravenous wolf after the rabbit who dressed itself up so nicely for him on silver platter—because that's exactly how it was. Really, she should have known that he wouldn't have been resist. Would any man, really? While she may have wanted what was to come in the dreamscape, there was no way Eustace would have been able to simply just say, "Okay, let's go sleep" without acting first. While they can do many different things in dreams... It does not compare to the heat and pleasure of reality.
Still, he'll be considerate. As he said, he'll allow her little idea. The thing with the costume aside, the idea itself is... Well, he may still feel some discomfort, but since this is her choice and what she wants, he can set it aside. It's different when he'll be in control of himself and everything will be consensual between them.
She can just consider his little "attack" right now as a warm-up. A little preview to "whet" their appetites, so to speak. He knows he'll certainly not be satisfied after this first round... Or two. It won't be until he's already marked her skin with his the usual patterns, not only her neck but on her back and chest, and when she's reached that state of bliss that if left alone could easily make one drift asleep. Usually they would keep going... But since she wants her little dream play, he'll let her be.
He'll wait for her to sleep, one arm tucked beneath her head as his other hand idly plays with her hair, watching her. And once she's fallen completely, he'll wait a little longer still so that she can make her little dream.]
...Bold little rabbit.
[A low murmur as he lets the strands slip between his fingers so he can trace her cheek, brush her bruised lips, and down to her neck.]
I won't go easy on you.
[And only after he gives a small, playful bite to her nose will he lower himself and wrap his arms around her, pulling her close to him as relishes the heat of her skin against his before he lets his eyes fall.
...Truthfully, he's far from satisfied, but he'll have to endure and rather than enter through sleeping, he'll actively dreamwalk into her dreamscape, wondering what she could have conjured up...]
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...I'll spare you some.
[And that's all he'll say before he descends upon her like a ravenous wolf after the rabbit who dressed itself up so nicely for him on silver platter—because that's exactly how it was. Really, she should have known that he wouldn't have been resist. Would any man, really? While she may have wanted what was to come in the dreamscape, there was no way Eustace would have been able to simply just say, "Okay, let's go sleep" without acting first. While they can do many different things in dreams... It does not compare to the heat and pleasure of reality.
Still, he'll be considerate. As he said, he'll allow her little idea. The thing with the costume aside, the idea itself is... Well, he may still feel some discomfort, but since this is her choice and what she wants, he can set it aside. It's different when he'll be in control of himself and everything will be consensual between them.
She can just consider his little "attack" right now as a warm-up. A little preview to "whet" their appetites, so to speak. He knows he'll certainly not be satisfied after this first round... Or two. It won't be until he's already marked her skin with his the usual patterns, not only her neck but on her back and chest, and when she's reached that state of bliss that if left alone could easily make one drift asleep. Usually they would keep going... But since she wants her little dream play, he'll let her be.
He'll wait for her to sleep, one arm tucked beneath her head as his other hand idly plays with her hair, watching her. And once she's fallen completely, he'll wait a little longer still so that she can make her little dream.]
...Bold little rabbit.
[A low murmur as he lets the strands slip between his fingers so he can trace her cheek, brush her bruised lips, and down to her neck.]
I won't go easy on you.
[And only after he gives a small, playful bite to her nose will he lower himself and wrap his arms around her, pulling her close to him as relishes the heat of her skin against his before he lets his eyes fall.
...Truthfully, he's far from satisfied, but he'll have to endure and rather than enter through sleeping, he'll actively dreamwalk into her dreamscape, wondering what she could have conjured up...]